The sun sank below the horizon as we said our goodbyes, the dying light casting long shadows across the ground. Rowan embraced my mom tightly, her voice thick with emotion as she thanked her for guidance on controlling her magic. They'd spent the last few weeks, thick as thieves as my mom taught Rowan everything she knew about controlling the magic within her. Turns out, my mom was a better teacher than any witch coven could ever be.
As they turned to leave, curiosity gripped me. I gently pulled my mom aside, my eyes searching hers longingly. "Tell me about Osric, I know the legends, the lore, but I want to know what you knew about him," I implored, thoughts of my ancestor filling me with yearning. What secrets had he known? What power had he wielded? I craved the connection to my past
